Being unemployed is hard work.

Unemployed, Day 6

You know that part of you that daydreams about what you’ll do with all those millions when you hit the lottery? You know it happens. Every time you buy a lottery ticket, you inadvertently start to visualize your life with the extravagance that only lottery winnings can bring you. Maybe you’ll buy a big house on a vast and lush plot of land close to a lake. You’ll buy a boat. You’ll buy a maid. You’ll acquire a personal bartender. You’ll travel the world and see any place that your private jet can fly.

I’ve been daydreaming about what I’ll do when I land my dream job. I’m looking at you, Google.

Today, I sent my credentials to the Mountain View, California office of Google. After filling out all the online forms, I immediately slipped into a trance in which I envisioned myself wearing pastels and dodging earthquakes. Getting free on-the-job haircuts and oil changes. Sleeping in one of those nap-pods. And doing fun, yet innovative, work for a company that is truly advancing technology.

I’m trying to figure out how to best move all my possessions to the other side of the country. Will Jessica enjoy the Cali lifestyle? Will I run into celebrities at the supermarket? Do I have to buy a pair of over-sized sunglasses and wear tank-tops and a ball cap cocked to the side? I mean, I’m not sure if that’s how people in California dress, but I’ve seen an episode of “The O.C.” in my day, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have to get a shirt with a dragon on it.

Call it wishful thinking. Call it daydreaming. Call it law of attraction (The Secret, FTW!). I don’t know what you can call it. While landing my dream job may be a one in a million chance, in my head I’m already rubbing shoulders with the interweb-elite.

Back to present day: Might go to Subway and see if they’re in need of a Sandwich Artist. But I am sooo outta there when Google comes a’courtin’.

This is Day 6, folks. Hoping to win the job lottery. My stomach is in knots. I need a haircut.

You know that part of you that daydreams about what you’ll do with all those millions when you hit the lottery? You know it happens. Every time you buy a lottery ticket, you inadvertently start to visualize your life with the extravagance that only lottery winnings can bring you. Maybe you’ll buy a big house on a vast and lush plot of land close to a lake. You’ll buy a boat. You’ll buy a maid. You’ll acquire a personal bartender. You’ll travel the world and see any place that your private jet can fly.

I’ve been daydreaming about what I’ll do when I land my dream job. I’m looking at you, Google.

Today, I sent my credentials to the Mountain View, California office of Google. After filling out all the online forms, I immediately slipped into a trance in which I envisioned myself wearing pastels and dodging earthquakes. Getting free on-the-job haircuts and oil changes. Sleeping in one of those nap-pods. And doing fun, yet innovative, work for a company that is truly advancing technology.

I’m trying to figure out how to best move all my possessions to the other side of the country. Will Jessica enjoy the Cali lifestyle? Will I run into celebrities at the supermarket? Do I have to buy a pair of over-sized sunglasses and wear tank-tops and a ball cap cocked to the side? I mean, I’m not sure if that’s how people in California dress, but I’ve seen an episode of “The O.C.” in my day, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have to get a shirt with a dragon on it.

Call it wishful thinking. Call it daydreaming. Call it law of attraction (The Secret, FTW!). I don’t know what you can call it. While landing my dream job may be a one in a million chance, in my head I’m already rubbing shoulders with the interweb-elite.

Back to present day: Might go to Subway and see if they’re in need of a Sandwich Artist. But I am sooo outta there when Google comes a’courtin’.

This is Day 6, folks. Hoping to win the job lottery. My stomach is in knots. I need a haircut.